We fall,
We stumble
Unaware.
Until, the
Grim Reaper
Comes, with
His scythe,
Calling our
Name,
Come back to the
Ground, for you
And you and you,
The good, and
The wicked,
The beautiful and
The plain.
© Susan Lynn Gesmer, We Fall; In The Voice of Dylan Thomas, 2008
Poems 
With those words, the Grim Reaper brings each of us back to our humility. Back to the earth. Back to the dust. Back to the ether. Thank you.